not kidding!

(Ignore the date above, it's Thursday here).

The fog, down below me in the valley, is blue! The sky is a beautiful Thursday morning pink, and the the fog is blue!

Drove to the next village to pick up my worker (no camera, darn it) and the snow is much closer than I thought. But, snow or sunrise or whatever has caused it, the fog and mist was a lovely powder blue!

I pinch myself regularly. The magic never ends. I found myself repeating in amazement (nearly three years down the track) "I live in Italy. I really, do, live in Italy!" Sometimes I am completely bewildered as to how it happened, or why it feels so right.

Today I am grateful for a beautiful sunrise.